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Hank Olson Appreciation Week Prompt: Oh My Darlin'

I won’t say much but logistically it’s difficult because 1. Gary and Billy don’t live together. 2. Gary lives in a university run apartment (and Billy in a university dorm) where animals have to be approved, and to get a shelter animal approved before adopting it and doing all the health stuff when there’s another kind family available to adopt is hard.

But also, aijad is fanfiction so I don’t Have to follow logistics but. Logistics are my passion. I have a hard time following through with something if it doesn’t seem obtainable, even in fiction.

Haven’t posted music stuff in a second, and I wrote this tonight. It’s supposed to be on piano, but my phone died in the music hall, so have ukulele instead.

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Petty choices I'm still growing Heart beat ribcage rattling I still find you when the night is clear I feel the echo of your laugh  press between my shoulder blades I feel this moment last in the timelessness of my dreams Fragile voices You're not growing Heart beat ribcage is sunk in I still find you though you've disappeared

[Prechorus] Did you know you left a paper trail for me to follow Your footprints pressed into the snow And I know you're no longer here So I'm just chasin' your ghost Wet concrete, our names in stone

[Chorus] Did you ever get out of your skin? Will I ever really stop this fight? I still pass by your home when I cross the wisconsin line Is there ever someone innocent? Are we all just on borrowed time? I still drive aimlessly and hold my breath at each stop sign I still drive aimlessly and pretend you are by my side

[Verse 2] Flip a coin and See if it's a good day Deep breath big smile I'm okay Then I search for you like I'll find something new I still read hundreds of your texts cause every single word is you I'll only take what I can get I only ever wanted you Turn my phone off Get in my car Drive pass where we'd play hopscotch Then park at the corner like we used to do

[Prechorus] Did you know you left a paper trail for me to follow Your footprints pressed into the snow And I know you're no longer here So I'm just chasin' your ghost Wet concrete, our names in stone

Haven’t posted music in a minute, but this is my only song I got properly produced (for free because a university student wanted to do it, thank you Liam) and it’s an important song to me so voici

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Hey there, it’s been a while I know I lost my chance Flowers only last so long I blinked and you were gone within a second Wait though, I’m thrown off balance Your vines had grown on me Gone to the wind as your petals fly Dancing to the songs played in the breeze

[Pre-chorus] and I’d give you A hundred years to Get even a second of time with you

[Chorus] Pretty little flower in the garden You were still meant to bloom and grow Pretty little flower in the garden Why were you picked? I’ll never know Pretty little flower in the garden Your colours are etched in my mind Pretty little flower in the garden Nineteen years gone in one night

[Verse 2] Hold on, I got more to say still You can’t leave us behind Watching you go is the hardest thing That I’ll ever know within this lifetime I hope that you’ll believe me When I say I cannot forget You made me everything that I am Anything, Everything, and no less

[Pre-chorus] and I’d give you A hundred years to Get even a second of time with you

[Chorus] Pretty little flower in the garden You were still meant to bloom and grow Pretty little flower in the garden Why were you picked? I’ll never know Pretty little flower in the garden Your colours are etched in my mind Pretty little flower in the garden Nineteen years gone in one night

[Bridge] x2 Flowers fall from the sky Rose petals and thorny vines Heartbreak and bouquets alike Maile flowers in a line I have watched you all my life And yet it wasn’t enough time Your light was just one of a kind Lay nineteen flowers in a line

[Chorus] Pretty little flower in the garden You were still meant to bloom and grow Pretty little flower in the garden Why were you picked? And Pretty little flower in the garden Your colours are etched in my mind Pretty little flower in the garden Nineteen years gone in one night

LMAO don’t worry, I’m also obsessed with aijad. It’s coming up to be finals but I’ve been working on chapter 30 because it brings me so much joy. Here is a snippet as a reward for this inbox. Thank you for taking so much interest in my writing 💜

If you saw my lyrics post, this is one of the songs I wrote. I usually play piano but I didn’t have access to it, so I used my ukulele. It’s not very good, but I love it so dearly, and thought I might share. Sorry for the quality lol

Lyrics are below!

[Verse 1] I don’t like sticking around In the streetlights so I will dodge them Easier being lonely than being seen I live with my hackles raised high Waiting for the front door to close Hoping you will swallow the key

[Pre-chorus] You can’t know anything  Cause if you do I might stay  You don’t know anything  Don’t move an inch, I’ll run away 

[Chorus] I’ll bite the hand, the hand that feeds me All that I see is a hand approaching Hands have only hurt me before I’ll bare my teeth, don’t care I’m starving I’ll scream until it’s early morning  I am just a dog, so close the door I am just a dog you’ll leave for sure 

[Verse 2] To be known is to be loved No one knows the name of the stray that hovers around outside of your front porch Toss me all of the scraps, remains, the things you do not care to lose I’ll join the things you’ve left before 

[Pre-chorus] You can’t know anything  Cause if you do I might stay  You don’t know anything  Don’t move an inch, I’ll run away 

[Chorus] I’ll bite the hand, the hand that feeds me All that I see is a hand approaching Hands have only hurt me before I’ll bare my teeth, don’t care I’m starving I’ll scream until it’s early morning  I am just a dog, so close the door I am just a dog you’ll leave for sure 

[Bridge] x2 Don’t let me in Please don’t get close Don’t convince me to show you my underbelly  Don’t promise warmth Please just be mean  I don’t understand your kindness given freely 

Heres a not so friendly reminder, as an lgbt metis person, i dont give a single fuck what your blog is themed or if this is too painful for you to look at. Reblog this post. Reblog this post with the sources of the 751 children who were found.

Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.

Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.

They were CHILDREN.

I’d like to add this photo I took last night in Victoria of the statue of Captain Cook. Though I myself am not indigenous, I 100% agree that these murderers, kidnappers and rapists shouldn’t have huge statues and plaques that decorate them and say how “great” they were.

Here’s another photo of the legislative assembly from yesterday. Later on there were more items, candles and signs at the memorial, as well as a big poster with 1505 painted on it but I didn’t get a picture

People need to see this. Not just quickly glance at the photos and keep on scrolling. They need to see this.

I went to a “Cancel Canada Day” event and burst into tears - not because I was surprised to learn of the unmarked graves (survivors told us they were there. Our government pushed it aside, and we let them), but because seeing all the people gathered in mourning drove it home: They. Were. Children.

This is my country’s legacy - and it’s not history. The last schools closed during my lifetime. My Father went to school with students who lived at the local residential school, after it was changed to a boarding house (read: holding centre) for indigenous youth who went to local schools.

happy tdov my loves. don't let anyone else define your transness for you.

and a privilege to have

this on my blog now